Post by Niobe Wattson on Oct 16, 2010 5:09:28 GMT -5
{*drags Niobe’s muse screaming from her closet*}
As Phugsius rambled on Niobe’s mind rambled away. She drifted in and out of a half awake dream egged on by the gentle strokes of his fingers in her hair. As reality forced itself back through the cracks in her bliss she let it sink in that he was real. And each brush of his fingers or lips was proof of that. Every word that dropped from those lips as he rode his own wave of contentment was real and not a figment of a desperate mind. And just as puzzling thoughts came to him the nagging tug of wanting to know why she had been left for so long was creeping in like a damp fog.
Her brow knit together at his last statement, about taking the ability to talk to someone for granted. Niobe’s body protested as she slowly left the circle of his arm and propped herself up on one elbow to look down at her man slightly. Moonlight filtered in behind her and flaming red locks tousled from their lovemaking framed her. Clear blue eyes were questioning though as they looked upon the Slytherin without a word for several very long moments.
Finally a few words managed to emerge. “What happened?” They drifted off her lips with great hesitance. After such relief of seeing him and the rush of passion it hurt to let doubt drift back in. But both had faced a darkness for months that couldn’t be pushed off forever with strokes and thrusts. Phugsius in a forced isolation and Niobe with abandonment.
“I don’t blame you for leaving. If that creature had to give you back that means something had to have taken you. But I have to know why…” Her very quiet voice caught in her throat. A cold feeling was sinking over her again. Why she had been alone for so long. Alone enough to drive her to the forest in the first place looking for that last ingredient for the potion still bubbling away in her room. Why she had to make a split decision with that strange being of the woods and part with her wand to bring back her beloved. There were too many questions.
As Phugsius rambled on Niobe’s mind rambled away. She drifted in and out of a half awake dream egged on by the gentle strokes of his fingers in her hair. As reality forced itself back through the cracks in her bliss she let it sink in that he was real. And each brush of his fingers or lips was proof of that. Every word that dropped from those lips as he rode his own wave of contentment was real and not a figment of a desperate mind. And just as puzzling thoughts came to him the nagging tug of wanting to know why she had been left for so long was creeping in like a damp fog.
Her brow knit together at his last statement, about taking the ability to talk to someone for granted. Niobe’s body protested as she slowly left the circle of his arm and propped herself up on one elbow to look down at her man slightly. Moonlight filtered in behind her and flaming red locks tousled from their lovemaking framed her. Clear blue eyes were questioning though as they looked upon the Slytherin without a word for several very long moments.
Finally a few words managed to emerge. “What happened?” They drifted off her lips with great hesitance. After such relief of seeing him and the rush of passion it hurt to let doubt drift back in. But both had faced a darkness for months that couldn’t be pushed off forever with strokes and thrusts. Phugsius in a forced isolation and Niobe with abandonment.
“I don’t blame you for leaving. If that creature had to give you back that means something had to have taken you. But I have to know why…” Her very quiet voice caught in her throat. A cold feeling was sinking over her again. Why she had been alone for so long. Alone enough to drive her to the forest in the first place looking for that last ingredient for the potion still bubbling away in her room. Why she had to make a split decision with that strange being of the woods and part with her wand to bring back her beloved. There were too many questions.